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6th Floor Blog

About 6th Floor Blog

6th Floor Blog is written in a conversational style. It focuses on the life and adventures of six roommates living in an apartment together in Manhattan. For our first post and a explanation for the colors, go here.

(geeze, we didn’t post for a month. How lazy. I guess I’m just lucky no one cares.)

Tabitha and Billy are fiercely debating something as Ann walks in the door of the 6th Floor, carrying a bag of flour and a box of strawberry Jello. Sara is on the couch, legs crossed, with her laptop.

“What’s up guys? Debating world peace?” Ann asks.

“No no, we’re talking about John Mayer and his digital cleanse.” Tabitha explains.

“Digital cleanse?” Ann asks, putting the groceries away.

“Don’t ask.” Sara says. “It’s stupid.”

“Mayer’s, as posted on his blog, doing this digital cleanse thing, where he doesn’t use Twitter, texting, etc.” Tabitha says.

“Tabitha said maybe she should do it, and I said that the way Mayer describes it is pretty lame, and she should do a more complete cleanse.” Billy says.

“He’s really just saying that people’s lives are defragmented and they need to commit more solid time to interactions.” Tabitha argues.

“Ooooh, he learned a new computer word and made up some silly blog post to apply it to life. I thought his music was rock, not emo.” Sara says.

“Ouch, harsh. What have you got against John Mayer Sara?” Ann asks.

“Nothing. I just think the cleanse thing is stupid. There is nothing wrong with using computers or Twitter or whatever.” Sara says.

“I dunno. I’m tired of feeling like there are a zillion things to check every time I touch a computer, I’m tired of tending my Farmville farm.” Tabitha says.

“I’ll do it with you for a week, but only if it’s a full unplug. None of this ‘email from real computers, no gossip sites stuff.’ All of it.” Billy says.

“Fine. I think the no-texting thing might be tough though. Or are we doing no cellphones entirely?” Tabitha asks.

“I don’t know if we can get away with no calls whatsoever. But no texting seems fair. It’s about being unplugged and not in constant communication all the time. Try to only use it for emergencies.” Billy says.

“If it’s on me, I’m going to end up using it. If someone needs to get in touch with us..everyone knows where we work, where we live, etc. Your phone doesn’t even work at work since you spend most of your time in Subway tunnels anyway.. “ Tabitha reasons.

“Good point. Okay, no phones at all then. You going to join us Ann? I know Sara will just yell at me if I ask.” Billy says.

“Umm…nah..I don’t need another excuse to not use the Internet and not blog. It’s been like a month and all I’ve written is two half posts that had to do with Christmas and shopping that just seem..outdated now.” Ann says.

“Okay. We start tomorrow when we wake up. Got that Tabitha? One week?” Billy asks.

“One week. May all my Farmville crops wither up, etc.” Tabitha says.

“You guys are insane.” Sara says, rolling her eyes and retreating to her room.

“Repeal Day is here. Saturday. The next biggest drinking holiday ever. The day we celebrate our innate right to get completely wasted as protected by the constitution of the United States of America.” Scott preaches.

“Where are we going to go? Out? Stay in? Make moonshine in the tub?” Sara asks.

“Do we want to just stick to local then, go to Catalina’s?” Frank asks.

“Boo! No Catalina’s. Gotta do something special.” Scott insists.

“There’s this other bar that I’ve heard of, that’s supposed to be good with craft beers, and regular alcohol as well. Rattle N Hum. It’s in midtown.” Sara suggests.

“Arr! Be it a pirate bar?” Billy asks.

“Ahoy Matey! Me will bring me eyepatch!” Scott says.

“I don’t think it’s a pirate bar..I don’t know what it’s named for though, so maybe. I’ve never been there. But I’m not associating with you if you’re wearing an eye patch and talking like a pirate.” Sara says.

“Likewise. Now they just use the four day weekend for vacations. I think they’re leaving for San Diego Tuesday night.” Scott says.

“My brother John was going to come to New York with my sister, who’s never been to New York, but he couldn’t really take off of work to get here, and it’s a bit expensive. So I’ll be around.” Frank says.

“My family is actually celebrating on Saturday. So I’ll be free Thursday.” Sara says.

“Celebrating Saturday? That’s..just..wrong.” Frank admonishes.

“Yeah, everyone knows you can only be thankful on Thanksgiving. After that you’re required to go back to being a selfish, cruel American.” Billy says.

“Especially in New York.” Frank adds.

“Are we getting our party on Wednesday night?” Scott asks, hopefully.

“Actually..while I’ll be here for Thanksgiving, and even would be willing to cook a bird, I’m going home to Long Island Wednesday night.” Ann says.

“Long Island? Why would you do something like that?” Scott asks, confused.

“Couple of high school friends are getting together to go out. And you always run into other old high school friends at bars in our home town.” Ann explains.

“Boo! Tell them to come to Manhattan. You don’t really want to go to a trashy Long Island townie bar to run into classmates you hated when you were in school and probably still hate now do you?” Scott asks.

“We flipped a coin, and it was decided I would come there instead of the three of them coming here. I’ll just crash at my parents place, but I’ll be back in the morning.” Ann says.

“If you can stay vertical enough to board a train anyway.” Billy says.

“I doubt I’ll drink that much that I’m hungover until dinner…” Ann says.

“Then you’re doing it wrong.” Sara says.

“How about you come with me and show me how it’s done then? My parents have an extra bed you could crash on..” Ann invites.

“Judge? This predictions are rather arbitrary. You said it’s going to be a harsh, cold winter, and that summer will come early with blistering days. Fine. I’ll judge it, but we’re going by my standards.” Sara says.

“So what do we classify as harsh, cold winter? At least three days where the temperature drops near 0?” Ann asks.

“Yes. And it has to snow well, at least three times. And by well I mean I have to still be able to make a snowball two days later.” Sara says.

“And not out of the black snow that gets piles on the curbs.” Ann clarifies.

“Okay. For summer. Blistering heat. Those are the days that you feel like you’re going to melt on the subway platform. When people are applying sunscreen to go out for lunch, when you see pedestrians with umbrellas to block the sun.” Sara explains.

“He said early as well. I classify early as meaning I’ll have a craving for a frosty root beer float before April Fools Day.” Ann says.

“I think that was the best one yet.” Ann says, as Tabitha heads to the bathroom.

“I really enjoyed the third one, but this was good too.” Frank comments.

“That was the time travel one?” Scott asks.

“Yeah, I think they did it well.” Frank replies.

“The third one was almost devoid of the underlying Voldemort storyline though. It almost could’ve been a standalone movie.” Sara says.

“There were plenty of inaccuracies here too. They played up the hiding of the journal, and I certainly don’t remember that in the book. I think it was just a ploy to get Harry and Ginny to kiss. Of course, they really messed with the time line for that romance too.” Billy says.

“You and time lines. I agree, but at least this one was a little less clip show than the last one. They built around the overall story line of the Horcrux, and that worked well.” Tabitha says, returning from the bathroom.

“The 3D was disappointing. Just twelve or so minutes at the beginning, and it wasn’t even super action stuff.” Frank pouts.

“It was neat, but I’d have rather seen the scene with Dumbledore and Harry on that island getting the Horcrux in 3D.” Sara agrees.

“At least something with some action.” says Scott.

“The seventh one is going to be epic. I don’t know how they’ll fit it all in though.”

“Actually, they’re splitting it into two movies.” Tabitha says.

“Ala Kill Bill? Neat. I wonder where they’ll split it.” Billy muses.

“Probably from when Harry returns to Hogwarts. But we’ll make a wager closer to November 2010 when it comes out.”

“Sounds fair. Let’s do it once the preview’s out though. By the time the movie is out, it’ll probably be common knowledge where it’ split.”

“That works, especially if the preview has scenes from the second part to trick us.”

Sara: Ugh! Fine..means I won’t get to sleep until after 1. I’m going to need a double dose of coffee at work tomorrow..

Scott: At least I didn’t buy the 2am showing.

Sara: 2am? Yikes. That’d almost be better, I could just go right to Starbucks for coffee and then on to work.

Scott: Tabitha! I got the Harry Potter tickets for tonight. You in?

Tabitha: Nah..I gotta work tomorrow.

Scott: So? You work everyday. You only Potter once.

Tabitha: You can’t use a proper noun as a verb.

Scott: The movie will let out at 12:40..we’ll grab a cab. You can be asleep by 1. 😀

Tabitha: And be tired all day tomorrow? That does not sound all that appealing.

Scott: I’ll buy you a coffee on your way to work if you like.

Tabitha: Ugh. Fine, just make me a cup of tea in the morning and we’ll go from that.

Scott: I don’t know how to make tea.

Tabitha: It’s a teabag in boiling water. I’ll show you what to do.

Scott: Deal.

Scott: Annie! Harry Potter tonight as planned?

Ann: Don’t call me that Scotty boy. 😛

Scott: I got the tickets.

Ann: I’ll meet you guys there then. You convinced Tab?

Scott: All it took was a cup of tea.

Ann: lol.

Scott: You’re in right Billy?

Billy: Potter? Yup. I just finished re-reading the book at lunch.

Scott: So you can chronicle what they screwed up?

Billy: Nah, just so I can when I have that “But I don’t remember Harry doing that..” moment, I can remember what actually happened. And so I can whisper to Frank how mixed up the movie is. He hates that.